A flame that burns
Brilliantly, brightly,
Creates light amongst the darkness.
It can be singular
Or one of many.
Yet whether alone or grouped
It has a life of its own.
Flickering, laughing and taunting,
Its sauce of ignition.
For once started its predictability
Is lost into the great unknown.
It is its own identity.
Don’t be fooled by its natural beauty.
The way it dances across the floor.
While its song lays dormant.
It roars when in a pack.
It stalks its prey
And without warning it attacks.
Like a wild animal in a cage,
Its brute strength waits to be unleashed.